The surrounding quiet is broken by a rickety shelf of terse conversations and unnecessary introductions, before being stripped down by the gong. And so it begins; day one.
A man, bare chested, sits in a doorwaywatching some trash beinglightly sautéedin stagnant street-water. It’s eleven AM, and three young menargue about the outcomeof a dominoes game.They look out from the shadeof a crumbling colonial town houseas our bus splashes to a haltand even more people boardand the bus driver calls‘Dale! Vamos! Dale!’and there’s an…
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